I kept a diary when I was very young. I was never very diligent with it. I didn’t do it on a consistent basis. It was just sort of ramblings of a pre-teen mind. I’ve tried several times since then to document my thoughts. I taught myself tarot by doing personal readings every day and scribbling their translations in a journal. I’ve also, on more than one occasion, have kept a gratitude journal to help me focus on the good things in my life. When I was a teenager, one of the things I thought I might wanna be when I “grew up” was a writer. No specific type of writer, just something creative. I loved telling myself stories. I didn’t, however, like the tedium of actually putting them on paper. So I mostly just daydreamed them. To this day, I continue to create stories, for myself only. Since the illnesses began, I find I have so much “down time” that the ability to fantasize so vividly keeps my mind occupied enough that I don’t go crazy from boredom. So I guess a blog is just the natural progression of things…